Hair as black as night,Skin as white as snow.Looking at me,With brown, emotionless eyes,Appeared Snow White.Eternally burned inside my mind,She was the cornucopia of my dreams.

On a dark, fateful day,I met the femme fatale again.Accompanied with her,Were seven, sad puppets.There was one, however,Which the girl cherished.Brown hair and green eyes,It looked at me with despair.Wishing to save it,I knocked it from Snow White's hand.Disappearing with the others,The beauty snickered at me.

Puppet in hand,I chased after her.Once she had heard my footsteps,It was the end.Limbs shrinking, and mind erasing,I became another one of her puppets.Snow White still lingers in the forest,Manipulating people to her whim.Are you truly the girl of legend,Or are you Satan?